August 8, 1992. Montreal, Canada.

You had been fighting with the nurses for probably half an hour now, demanding to see James but not being allowed to since you’re not next of kin, even after telling them he doesn’t have one. And after another 30 minutes, they let you see him, guiding you to his room.

He was lying on the hospital bed, bandages covering his whole arm and even some of his head. 12 foot, 3200-degree torch of fire, burnt all the left side of his body.